I hit another new milestone this week. I poached an egg.
Yes. My name is Cher. I am thirty-something years old. And I have never poached an egg. Or eaten a poached egg. But I saw one on TV once before. Does that count? And after my last experience with soft eggs on "normal food", I wasn't quite sure what to do.
But I keep telling myself that FFwD is about doing things differently and trying new things. So I did it. Kind of.
Shhhhhhhhhhh. Don't tell anyone, but I cheated. Uh huh. If I were in high school, I am sure I would have been called to the principal's office.
Oh, and I also cooked with lemongrass - another first (technically - it was lemongrass paste - the real deal was no where to be found). And used my wok to make soup. Totally a first. Cool - it was like a total "hat trick" of firsts (sorry for the analogy, but the Stanley Cup is on - got hockey on the brain.)
Did I mention that this recipe happened to fall in the middle of the week of swelter? And everyone wanted to know why I was making soup on the hottest day to date of the year... (As in "what is wrong with you?" - but once I explained why I HAD to do it, all was clear and the grumbling stopped.)
And then everyone tasted. And the grumbling went into reverse. Woo hoo. And then they ate their full days supply of vegetables.
Served along side grilled pesto chicken and lemongrass & ginger basmati rice (cooked in my shiny new rice cooker that now graces my pantry thanks to the bad influence of my fellow FFwD'ers...)
I still don't get the whole runny egg on food thing. It belongs with toast. Sorry. Haven't changed my mind there. But I can get behind 1) lemongrass, 2) eating more vegetables and 3) using my wok to make one pan soups.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. Come check out what all the other "souper" FFwD'ers have been up to this week!